Chosen, your fake smiles don’t fool me.

Neither do your looks of false hurt

And far too loud laughter.

How long have you been constructing

This shallow image

That masks so well

The festering darkness

That grows daily in your heart.

Shallowness…

What a perfect disguise.

Easily dismissed

And no more notice given,

No deeper inquiry made.

Don’t let them past the surface,

Past brilliantly red hair

That perhaps represents

Your vibrancy and passion and love.

Or maybe it symbolizes

The dark flame of resentment rising within you.

Which will you choose?

The red warmth of love

Or the fiery darkness of despair?

Life or death, Chosen.

Which do you choose..?